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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-3696979453997261090</id><published>2008-07-04T09:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:40:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;got an art blog that i've been 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-1525081055111016932</id><published>2008-07-04T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:40:37.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;got an art blog that i've been updating. check it out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomautofolia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMING SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-8205253608022430331?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/8205253608022430331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=8205253608022430331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never had she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was just pretence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not until she’s free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shira was afraid to ask HER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knew permission would have never been granted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to go and hang out and have fun so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commercials after commercials on the tele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still shira kept silent, finishing up the huge plate of bitter gourd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stayed quiet and observed THEIR moods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were THEY in an okay mood today?  or a foul one?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she finally plucked up her courage and asked, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“my classmate’s birthday’s next week.  she has booked a chalet and invited the whole class over for a one night’s stay.  we’ll go after class and then stay over and check out the next day.  the whole class will go for lecture together on Friday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO u cannot go.  I say no arh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she felt that she should have never asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knew the outcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knew she’d be hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115764014527290790?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115764014527290790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115764014527290790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115764014527290790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115764014527290790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-what-is-fun-has-she-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115600291097220130</id><published>2006-08-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:05.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shira's cup smashed onto the hard graphite floor, into a gazillion pieces.  the murder was lethal.  the cup she's got for herself, the first, had perished, in that split second.  it had her favourite cats on it-  cats in different poses, colourful ones that were very animated.  it was the cup that caused her to get scolded by the dictatoress for having a unique shape, the cup that gave her the necessities of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry" said little gillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the music being played in the background, shira juz quietly picked up the larger pieces and dumped it carefully into the bin with a calm expression.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went out to get the vacuum cleaner, but little gillian got to it first.  just as shira passed the dictator, said HE , " the glass broke ah"&lt;br /&gt;shira nodded, and was accompanied by a series of lecture and scolding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"told you so many times not to drink or eat in your room..... so messy no place to put still drink there.... never listen one..........................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was it shira's fault? all she did was sit there listening to the tunes played from winamp, cutting slits on hexagons or colouring them black, she didnt even touch the empty cup.  but why was she to blame?  why didnt the murderer get the hearing of conviction by the jury? why does the victim have to be imprisoned all the time ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7102/2880/1600/DSC06748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7102/2880/200/DSC06748.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat mug &lt;br /&gt;barely two months old&lt;br /&gt;born mid june 2006&lt;br /&gt;died mid august 2006&lt;br /&gt;she was ever so young&lt;br /&gt;but tragedy stroke&lt;br /&gt;may she rest in peace as &lt;br /&gt;she'll always fondly remembered by her owner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115600291097220130?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115600291097220130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115600291097220130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115600291097220130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115600291097220130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/08/shiras-cup-smashed-onto-hard-graphite.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115424358941472978</id><published>2006-07-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the way home, Shira-Majo was juz trying to be vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/aiyoh.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/aiyohsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a little disappointing for the start of the day.  Shira-chan was supposed to meet Chiji at the bus stop near the bus interchange.  but when she alighted, Chiji  was out of sight.  He was still at home waiting for her call to leave the house to meet her.  she didn’t do so because she thought that she had already informed him when she woke him up while waiting for the bus. what bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira was left all alone to have breakfast.  didn’t know wad to get because her favourite Japanese pancake was no where to be seen at the bakery.  she walked fast to the interchange in case she missed the bus,  but the bus too, was no where to be seen.  so she headed back to the bakeries and finally made up her mind on what to get.  she got a ham and egg bun with lettuce and was quite happy.  it looked appetizing and wasn’t that expensive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching the bus interchange again, Shira saw the bus driver boarding the bus, with a flock of ppl behind him and heaved a sigh of relief because she made it in time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite messy eating her bun.  the mayo dressing kept getting onto her nose, her chin, her cheeks and she had to used her fingers to wipe them away, the result of being untidy and not having any tissue on her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though she reached school rather early, a crowd had already gathered round the wall, now filled with 650 postcards done by VS foundation year students in a myriad of colours.  whao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/everybody.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/everybodysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira went up the flight of steps for alleviation and tried to spot her very own postcard!  she was quite disappointed because it was near the top and surrounded by many many that oushined hers.  maybe she should have used colours to draw attention to hers, instead of leaving it plain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/spotmine.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/spotmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then scanned for the postcard to vote for and spotted this ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/youvegotmyvote.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/youvegotmyvotesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she wrote “17P” on the voting slip she got.  P stood for the row and 17 stood for the column the postcard was on.  the girl’s was on “22L”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a long 2 hour wait before the announcement of the winners.  Shira met up with J.L, waited for him to cast his vote, waited for N.T to come, witnessed the lecturer Sn count down to the closing of votes, then went to the library while waiting for N.T to come.  by the time N.T arrived, voting was closed.  too bad then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.L looked up for books needed by CLMF while Shira-Chan, with no particular aim stood around the shelves looking at books at random.  J.L felt that it was weird for Shira-Chan to do so and reminded her that that was a library, therefore books could be borrowed even though there's no seating available.  this way she could take the book anywhere she liked and read it.  oh man.  it seemed like all these were new to her.  why didnt she think of borrowing the book ??? haha silly little girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took out her student pass, gave it to the librarian guy who scanned it, stamped on the book, handed it back to her saying "for two weeks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.T was nowhere to be seen.  She's got her friend Jn so it was okay.  J.L showed Shira-Chan the lockers and opened his for her to take a peek into it. it was not at all spacious even though it was elongated.  it was good enought for two persons to share it though.  Shira had to consider sharing it with N.T.  well, she might not even get a locker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt she went to art friend to get art cards and then went back to the locker to store it.  it was flat so it was no problem for J.L to lend her the 0.5% of locker space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost time for the reveal so they went to the canteen where they spotted N.T and J.  Shira-Chan sat down and made friends.  made a new friend Dn.  it was until they left for the reveal when she realised Dn was her classmate!  haha. (dumb)he was rather quiet.  but well she knew shouldnt judge a person superficially.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that the postcard with the jeans pocket and zip won the competition.  OH MAAAN.  told u there were more impressive stuff out there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here are postcards of the ppl she know, and random postcards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/nadiaspostcard.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/nadiaspostcardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.T's Postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/jerispostcard.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/jerispostcardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.L's Postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/gabrielspostcard.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/gabrielspostcardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.P's Postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/joycelynsppostcard.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/joycelynsppostcardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jn's Postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/darrenspostcard.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/darrenspostcardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dn's Postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/pitysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/random1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/random2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/random3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/random4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/random5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/28/random7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115424358941472978?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115424358941472978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115424358941472978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115424358941472978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115424358941472978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-way-home-shira-majo-was-juz-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115418537330491106</id><published>2006-07-27T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its postcard competition day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan was pretty much excited about it and planned in the morning before going to school .  it was her first time using coloured pencils to colour a self portraits.  usually it would be in pencil, and she thought it looked not bad!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however her final piece was quite disappointing.  her face didn’t look that good in pen, but there was no time to waste.  she was gonna meet Eiki-San(a.k.a Chiji) and had to be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/27/me.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/27/mesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan went to school early, and it was juz in time for Chiji’s main study lesson.  it was fortunate to meet J.L so she had company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.L took her to the library after chatting under the mango tree at a stone table outside the FA(find arts) staffroom.  it was her first time there and maan… IT WAS SO DAMN SMALL!!! no seating at all for the ppl who had came in with us.  she though she wouldn’t dare go library alone to draw stuff.  she was intimidated.  she wished the library was emptier.  it was simply overcrowded man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was time to go and she bid farewell to J.L, met N.T outside the library and assembled at the PA block.  it was they first time they met their classmates, and so, they couldn’t remember names.  upon getting their postcards after being briefed, Shira tried to make friends with two other gals and tried to get them to the shady spot instead of the canteen.  but they went ahead to the canteen when N.T and her enjoyed the breeze under the mango tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan hasn’t taken a look at the wall, that was filled with postcards from the morning session and wanted to take a look.  she ran all the way to the design block and passed her secondary school classmate, Miyabita along with her jc friend, J.N.  Shira chatted for a while and finished up the leftover beef from their hor fun.  deeeelicious!  (the girl hasn’t taken lunch yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“whao it was damn cool!” she thought when she saw the wall.  but she was quite surprised some were not very well done… maybe they didn’t really give a damn.  and she headed back to continue doing her art.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan found that beside N.T on the other side of the stone table, sat a girl with long hair.  she decided not to leave her out and made friends.  she got to know from the other gal’s accent that she wasn’t local.  she’s Vietnamese and her name in short, was K, or M.Q in chinese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda weird because the Vietnamese gal kept saying “Your art is  so beautiful”, and later when she saw the girl’s picture at hand, she asked if she could see and said “You are so beautiful” in the same accent.  but it got quite confusing coz both phrases she said sounded alike.  soon after N.T confirmed that the Vietnamese gal liked her, and the phrase as always ws “you are so beautiful” and not “your art’s so beautiful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.T was being quite impolite and superficial as all sjcians in general would, oh sigh.  coz she said to her friend on the phone some mean things abt the Vietnamese gal.  aiyoh.  &lt;br /&gt;the Vietnamese gal told her that she studied Chinese in grades 1,2, and 3 and wondered if she understood wad N.T had said… gawd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.T was damn slack… sigh… she wished she could help N.T change but she didn’t think she deserves such help.  N.T was joking and talking nonsensical stuff all the way and kept saying she didn’t know wad to do with her postcard. She even took out her hp with a video of her dog humping a soft toy, and a guy fucking a woman using his head. Shira-Chan wished N.T had more drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another gal who was lost came by.  S.J’s her name.  she was late and couldn’t find the lecturer in charge of her class to get a postcard.  luckily the Vietnamese gal took extra postcards and offered S.J one of hers.  J.L also popped by and started chatting and gave N.T some help.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira was so engaged in talking that she had to rush to finish up her work.  she felt if she didn’t talk to the Vietnamese girl, it would be really bad on her part.   thinking back… eww… wad N.T said might very well be true! while talking , N.T said the Vietnamese girl kept questioning the girl only, asking her why she liked drawing flowers, what kind of flowers she liked, and when she returned the glue she borrowed from the girl, she stressed “You, fhank you ferry much!” when on the other hand, she returned N.T’s pen knife and juz said “fhank you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, she felt that she accomplished a great thing and was very proud of her work.  she was confident she would win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/27/postcard.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/27/postcardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but the odds were very low.  she knew very well that there were others who outshined hers already, and the position of her postcard would be really high and hard to see.  so it was a pity.  no one would vote for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan met up with Chiji at the coffee shop across the road and met two new ppl.  B and J from the music side( for ur info, B and J don’t stand for ben and jerry’s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after drinking some ice cold sugarcane juice, Chiji and Shira headed for city hall to check out cds and drums resources.  it was really nice for her to spend quality time with Chiji, without curly getting moody.  YAY. and Chiji even sent her home!  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title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115418475180181446</id><published>2006-07-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Botanic gardens outing gave Shirayuki Majo a sun burn.  but she’d rather call it a tan.  she was quite proud that her skin never peels after a burn from the sun.  how did she get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, Shira-Chan tried to be hardworking and lamented on not being able to go explore in the botanic gardens because N.T was reluctant to bake in the sun and walk far.  so when the cohort was dismissed, she went all around the gardens looking for a spot to draw something beautiful.  she ended up sitting out in the open at 1pm sketching purple water lilies and their pads.  the first one she thought wasn’t good enough.  so she drew another side by side.  the only difference was size but oh well… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/26/sketches/purplily.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/26/sketches/purplilysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan actually thought the feeling of loneliness was quite peaceful.  she had wanted the company of N.T or G.P at first, but they were shagged and wanted lunch.  so they left and the girl stayed behind.  she felt it was beneficial to her, snapping more pictures, seeing more things like statues and structures N.T lost out on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/26/7yelloww.gif"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/26/mornsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/26/struc4.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/26/struc4small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it was at 3.40pm when Shira-Chan decided to pack up and get a milk shake at mac donalds.  she didn’t wanna leave.  it was unbearable to part with a place filled with so many beautiful things she could draw and keep in her sketchbook, but she had to go or she’ll dehydrate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never thought sketching could be that tiring.  after the long day of work, she felt lazy and wanted to relax, so instead of her intentions of walking back to orchard road, she took a bus(and felt really guilty she threw away 64c from her ezlink card).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stank.  (or is it stinked, or stunk? ) so when she reached her destination, (boy she felt independent boarding a bus she’s never taken before and alighting at the correct venue) she went down to marks n spencers to pretend to test deodorants.  she had planned this on her bus journey there.  “brilliant idea!”she thought to herself.  she tried not to make it obvious that she was spraying it all over her for use by walking down aisles, sniffing powder… she was even worrried by doing so, she’d look like was going to shop lift.  haha.  but all was well.  she proceeded to the toilet after that.  to pee of course!!! try holding ur pee for 6 hours straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the milk shake was oooooh so nice n refreshing! Shira-Chan actually felt hungry too and walked to taka to get sth.  but she couldn’t find something delicious enough to eat her fill and got the $1 offer (kaya crossaint) from deli france.  she had wanted another ice cream but oh well, she didn’t wanna waste wad she worked hard at losing weight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wished she had company, but it was okay.  she went to art friend to get her wood carving knives and a linoleum pad, then went to the basement to check out the toy exhibition.  she felt it benefited her because she’s gonna embark on projects with the theme “TOYS” for semester 1, and saw stuff she never thought of as toys before, like mini musical instruments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a tiring day, but Shira-Chan pushed herself to drawing more stuff from the pics she uploaded on her com and refrained from napping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115418475180181446?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115418475180181446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115418475180181446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115418475180181446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115418475180181446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/botanic-gardens-outing-gave-shirayuki.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115418367432885896</id><published>2006-07-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she was supposed to meet N.T but N.T decided not to go to school and chose to go for a chalet instead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today’s briefing she thought was rather important.  further indepth details about 2D. 3D, contextual and contemporary art was explained and she copied everything down , hoping it would be useful for her new “friend”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rather weird for the girl because no one else really took out anything to jot down stuff.  but she did it anyway.  she realized she has to fend for herself, and do what she finds is right, and not to go with the crowd, not to care about what others around her might say about her nerdyness.  but hey!  it proved to be good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly when the lecturers talked about the things to bring to the respective classes the next week , there was a shuffle of bags and paper and the click of pens when the girl was sitting relaxed and looking around at the commotion.  oh, finally the rest took out their diaries and pens to copy stuff down.  gawd.  she was quite happy with herself hee! and she felt good inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended a little later than the day before but still she decided to pay a visit to curly boy and at the same time borrow his camera for the botanic gardens outing the following day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she left, she took many shots of dragonflies resting on the barbed wires on the walls of the terrace houses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/dragonfly1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/dragonfly1small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/dragonfly2.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/dragonfly2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/creepy.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/creepysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/cat.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/catsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/kit.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/kitsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking home, she picked out samples of ixora buds, dried leaves and a stem of fern for drawing practices, in preparation for botanic gardens!  she was quite worried that she wun be able to draw still life on the spot because normally she’d draw from pictures or from the computer screen.  she needed the practice.  she knew it.  she didn’t wanna lag behind the others who have taken art before in secondary school and jc levels.  her competitive nature is emerging.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/wadeva.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/25/wadevasmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115418367432885896?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115418367432885896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115418367432885896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115418367432885896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115418367432885896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-was-supposed-to-meet-n.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115417874132870620</id><published>2006-07-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dull bo liao( hokkien for boring) day damn it.  Shira-Chan went to school with Eiki Rirouseizen for a briefing which was supposedly to last for 3 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they entered the school gate, they met with Eiki’s course mates and they were kinda shocked to see him arrive as they were leaving.  He was supposed to reach school at 12 but they ended up in school at 2, thinking that his meeting was at three! oh man!!! Shira felt quite guilty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.T was waiting for Shira-Chan at the door to the auditorium.  She was a teeny weeny bit late.  but 15 mins late to meet N.T.  its her first time taking 2 buses to school instead of the usual train-bus route.  hence, there were no seats side by side available, so they had to sit one separate rows, but coincidentally one behind another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  I’ll explain now why it was a dull boliao day.  the whole presentation was about how the new campus would look like, how to log into the school’s website and only brief details about what to expect in the VS (visual studies) course.  and it ended at 3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all,  Shira-Chan took an hour and a half of bus journey to attend a meeting that last for the same time and was dismissed! my gawd.  wad a waste of time, energy and transport fares.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went to the PA (performing arts) block to look for Chiji and JinKun-San  they were filling in forms for their electives.  bumped into Ie &amp; In coming outta one of the studios as the girl chatted to C.L.M.F’s boyfriend, J.L.  J.L left and they proceeded to the canteen coz the Is’wanted to eat.  Tsubame came by and Shira-Chan watched anime on her laptop.  it’s so cool to have a laptop around u all the time.  can play games , and not mind abt the ppl around u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan's addicted to sugar cane juice I guess.  she’s always looking out for sugarcane whenever she wanna quench her thirst.  yummy!  and across the road from school is the place to be!  Chiji got two cups of the thirst quencher-one for CLLY and another for him to share with her.  then Tsubame showed them her previous work in foundation animation and Shira-Chan thought it was really wicked, that she kept asking Tsu-Chan To replay it all over again.  haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsu-Chan left on bus 14 on the bus-train route home, while the couple chose to take the bus-bus route.  while waiting for the bus to arrive, Shira-Chan made Chiji mad.  she got carried away and pulled out one of his hairs growing out from his finger when he didn’t want it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus, he gave her the cold shoulder and she apologized n gave him a hug.  but she felt quite rejected. more ppl boarded the bus and there was an empty seat in front of curly and he sat down.  she told him to move in so she could join in and let the crowd pass.  but he refused and didn’t even say a thing so she thought he was ignoring her.  so she found a seat behind him and sat down.  just as she sat down and the crowd moved on, he stood up and went to the back of the bus without saying a word.  thus she confirmed he was angry and was ignoring her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shira-Chan sat on her seat and fell asleep, and missed her stop and decided not to take the bus 80 already.  she alighted at the interchange with Chiji.  and he still was cold towards her.  he walked fast and away from her so she further confirmed he was pissed and wanted to leave him alone and thought going their separate ways was good.  so she turned left while he walked straight across the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he followed her but was still cold towards her.  she didn’t know wad to do or sigh….she thought she apologized already so it was ok.  but he intended her to say sorry and to tell him she will not do it again.  then, he’ll be happy.   sigh she didn’t know that.  she thought an apology was enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first day of going to school together ended like this.  she wanted it to be a happy day, which started off fine. but Shirayuki Majo ruined it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115417874132870620?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115417874132870620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115417874132870620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115417874132870620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115417874132870620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/dull-bo-liao-hokkien-for-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115357529568718654</id><published>2006-07-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy busy woke abt 40 mins ago n realised i was supposed to meet BPJX quite soon to pass her a get well soon card for JS coz she's gonna visit her at the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone didnt ring to the time i set for the alarm coz it ran outta batt.  damn.  did the card asap and called BPJX to remind her abt the meeting.  unfortunately or fortunately to my favour, her grandma fell off the bed and had to postpone visiting J.S at the hospital to tml.  gonna pass the card to her later before mass instead which gives me air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started doing tough tough theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/22/musictheory.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/22/musictheorysmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i know i'm doing only grade 3 theory but damn i'm freaking slooow at it.... all the counting counting... blah blah... a level 8 student at playing the organ cant do grade 3 work.  freak rite!!!! AAAA &lt;br /&gt;not going CLLY's house already coz she figured she could pass the items she's gonna lend me in school!! i'm so dumb.  didnt think of it.  man i'm so excited abt school that i wanna get everything all at once!!! damn the rashness... but i'm so excited!! can't help it !!! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going for lunch now and continue with theory till its time to leave for organ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115357529568718654?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115357529568718654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115357529568718654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115357529568718654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115357529568718654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-busy-woke-abt-40-mins-ago-n.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115349675017456831</id><published>2006-07-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:03.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WASn'T THAT BAD!!!! except for the waiting and boring boring talks(yeap they were informative, but i mean we can find out ourselves, and whad i was looking forward to was meeting my classmates n interacting with ppl, which didnt happen)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a new gal today.  her name is N.T.  looks familiar.  one year younger than i am and she's my classmate! yay.  C.L introed us and we're all ex sjcians yay!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us, J(C.L's bf), c.L, N.T and me were stuck together walking ard school and then for lunch at the coffee shop outside school. we were finally separated when C.L went for her fine arts talk while me and N.T went four our visual arts one, and J to the library to slack.  he's repeating the year coz he dropped out last year, and knows wad's happening ard so its alrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.L realised there were many malays and said there were many peeps who look like poly rejects but oh well i choose not to discriminate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discrimination seems to be all around school man.  for example, while N.T and i were checking out our class lists for the no of guys and gals in class, another guy from some other class was picking out the no of indians in his class.  how crude.   wanted to tell him "hey no discrimination man" but didnt want a bad reflection on me on the first day of school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way.  i went to school with my brand new purple hair n green eyes carrying my skull bag and all in black hehe.  wonder wad ppl think.  like N.T's reaction when she found out i was teaching, i bet no one could ever tell i was a teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was GREAT!!! i dunno why i feel like i'm floating... i feel happy!!! why??? i'm not sure??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because its my first day in school with the rest?  &lt;br /&gt;is it because there were no ice breakers today ?? &lt;br /&gt;is it because everything went smoothly and i didnt get embarrassed in anyway??? &lt;br /&gt;is it because i had company and didnt feel alienated in this new environment? &lt;br /&gt;is it because after school i went to meet curly boy???&lt;br /&gt;is it because me and curly boy didnt quarrell?? &lt;br /&gt;is it because i got cheap stuff from popular bookstore when others who took the list to art friend stupidly bought an expensive version when it's juz because of the packaging? &lt;br /&gt;is it because because because ??? i dunno??? i felt free!!! haha so cool today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the items i got today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. uniball sketching pens 0.3 , 0.5 and 0.8&lt;i&gt;(only $1.60 each when popular and art friend sells it at 1.90, even with discount it's still 17c more ex woohoo) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LYRA pencils HB, 3B &lt;i&gt;(it's also a bargain!!! haha 60c each when the list we have wanted us to get STAEDLER brand at 70c each&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/21/pensnpencils.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/21/pensnpencilssmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MUNGYO Chalk Pastels 12 colours &lt;i&gt;(weeeeeeey what they recommended was a $15.75 pack with a diff packaging and brand.  but the colours were all the same.  i checked with few other brands and packagings of the same brand.  its all made in korea and i got mine at $5.95 after less.  i'm brilliant at bargains ain't i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/21/chalkpastels.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/21/chalkpastelssmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. masking tape 1"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115349675017456831?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115349675017456831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115349675017456831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115349675017456831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115349675017456831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-wasnt-that-bad-except-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115340728731057839</id><published>2006-07-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:03.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TML'S ORIENTATION DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyed my hair purple today while washing toilet WEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got an sms from N.J that J.S is hopsitalised coz she committed suicide.  sigh.  i feel kinda useless again, useless that i didnt know, useless that i couldnt do sth to prevent it, useless that i didnt sms to check on her for quite some time... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got caught up with deliveries and housework and i cant go visit.  tml's orientation and school's starting and things are real busy... but i dun wanna make it seem that i dun care!! AAAAAAAAAA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till today that I of a ***** still sigh ... i dunno... after so many smses and all tt shit i did, she still didnt manage**** HER LA.  i'm like thinking, she muz be failing her english comprehension all the way man since u cant even read proper instructions clearly stated in this blog shop.  it pisses me off coz after all the time and effort spent organising and reorganising the blog shop... gawd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mac when i met her to pass the cards to her i was feeling hate anger and lust to slap her but i controlled it behind a smile.  freak me la.  i suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids nowadays are filthy rich.  was sitting with A.O and C.Y and her friends at mac and i watched them eat three sets of nuggets meal.  one finished everything , while the other two were left with half of what they ordered each.  gawd.  i was telling them, nxt time juz order one and share but wad they told me was... "i'm full wad, and this is only $4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd... $4 can buy me 4 pkts of sugar cane juice after a vigorous workout or swim, 4 buns from delifrance, 8 ice cream cones from mac or 2 scoops of gelato ice cream from venetia, 4 bowls of ice kachang(YUMMY), 4 pairs of ear studs, 4 cans of guiling gao..................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115340728731057839?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115340728731057839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115340728731057839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115340728731057839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115340728731057839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-tmls-orientation_20.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115340708826863522</id><published>2006-07-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:03.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TML'S ORIENTATION DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyed my hair purple today while washing toilet WEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got an sms from N.J that J.S is hopsitalised coz she committed suicide.  sigh.  i feel kinda useless again, useless that i didnt know, useless that i couldnt do sth to prevent it, useless that i didnt sms to check on her for quite some time... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got caught up with deliveries and housework and i cant go visit.  tml's orientation and school's starting and things are real busy... but i dun wanna make it seem that i dun care!! AAAAAAAAAA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till today that I of a ***** still sigh ... i dunno... after so many smses and all tt shit i did, she still didnt manage**** HER LA.  i'm like thinking, she muz be failing her english comprehension all the way man since u cant even read proper instructions clearly stated in this blog shop.  it pisses me off coz after all the time and effort spent organising and reorganising the blog shop... gawd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mac when i met her to pass the cards to her i was feeling hate anger and lust to slap her but i controlled it behind a smile.  freak me la.  i suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids nowadays are filthy rich.  was sitting with A.O and C.Y and her friends at mac and i watched them eat three sets of nuggets meal.  one finished everything , while the other two were left with half of what they ordered each.  gawd.  i was telling them, nxt time juz order one and share but wad they told me was... "i'm full wad, and this is only $4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd... $4 can buy me 4 pkts of sugar cane juice after a vigorous workout or swim, 4 buns from delifrance, 8 ice cream cones from mac or 2 scoops of gelato ice cream from venetia, 4 bowls of ice kachang(YUMMY), 4 pairs of ear studs, 4 cans of guiling gao..................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115340708826863522?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115340708826863522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115340708826863522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115340708826863522'/><link 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href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/18/187-3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/18/187-3small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115336737847654847?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115336737847654847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115336737847654847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115336737847654847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115314819340140256</id><published>2006-07-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:03.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Heavens are playing tricks on her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/17/177-1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/17/177-1small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/17/177-2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/17/177-2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115357410310604985</id><published>2006-07-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:04.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/15/orgexam.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a57/livingdeadblog/entries/july2006/15/orgexamsmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN U SEE THAT!!!! I PASS MY ORGAN EXAM AND THAT;s THE PROOF!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacher gave me the paper with the grades the examiners wrote on woohoo!!! i was so sure i failed the impro maan.  and maan... LOOK AT THE BIG FAT "A" they gave me for my dahil sayo!!!!! WAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115357410310604985?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115357410310604985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115357410310604985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115357410310604985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115357410310604985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-u-see-that-i-pass-my-organ-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115304870305991976</id><published>2006-07-15T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello!!!! i juz created a separate blog for my catalogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now more reader friendly and more organised as well, so pls support me!!!  n check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115304870305991976?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115304877481972963</id><published>2006-07-14T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drawing a pic for my new catalogue page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an idea and was browsing for new layouts so i can link this bloggy shop to it (this = more space!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching ghost whispherer as i draw ... i am *away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115304877481972963?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115304877481972963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>another 2 orders i've got in my inbox. i'm kinda two days late. didnt bother to check my junk mail. but from now on i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple NOM de PLUME coming rite up!!! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic of it halfway done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok nvm sth wrong with blogger it juz refuses to upload pics direct form my com. bleah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*binging &amp; purging*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si i tot i was going to clean the whole kitchen , and i'll go for a swim tml, but plans were ruined when SHE told me to do the toilet n balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someitmes i wonder why i have to do so many things in a week. cant relax even in my home. tt's why it's HELL, coz it's worse than being at school or any other place. i actually feel more at home outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen is postponed to tml. tt's why my plans are destroyed by one mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrubbed the balcony with all my might after polishing the sliding dorrs to the balcony. i hate it when SHE complains i never use strength (when i do) n mimick me like a weak little cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hands are damn tired*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to do the toilet. not only the toilet bowl or sink and the walls reaching up to my shoulders only, but....&lt;strong&gt; THE WHOLE TOILET&lt;/strong&gt; except the ceiling of course. so there was alot of stretching to do... scrub scrub scrub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time, i didnt have to use the toothbrush to scrub the nooks n crammies(yes i &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; use the toothbrush). this time around i used a gigantic toothbrush! ok a gigantic brush &lt;em&gt;(happy now... ok ok so much for exaggeration)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda hard to control my complusive disorder these days. wonder why... &lt;em&gt;temptation? sad? pissed? stressed? bored???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to find a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did &lt;strong&gt;2500&lt;/strong&gt; jumps in 2 sets 0f 200, 4 of 400 and 1 of 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do like 4000 in 20 sets of 200. but well, couldnt make it in time coz it was dinnertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt my middle finger on my right why trying to pull my zits out. yes. i used to squeeze but now i'mm trying th &lt;strong&gt;PULL&lt;/strong&gt; technique i read from the newspapers. it reduces scarring. &lt;em&gt;(hey mr curly... will u be my guinea pig??? )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wad happened was my thumb fingernail went right into the flesh under my nail and it pulled the skin away from the nail... yeah. its minor but it hurts &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*bleedin man! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115279924863195282?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115279924863195282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115279924863195282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115279924863195282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115279924863195282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-2-orders-ive-got-in-my-inbox.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115262538497553947</id><published>2006-07-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHE threatened to tear all my orders up if i start spraying black paint again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then SHE told me not to come into the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slammed the gate real hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sprayed anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115262538497553947?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115262538497553947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115262538497553947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115262538497553947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115262538497553947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-threatened-to-tear-all-my-orders.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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looked at him while making peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and she went to take a bus to her ah ma's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had toast with jam n milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trimmed parts of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dressed up in my white victorian laced top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no time to put on my boot covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was panicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told a lie today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouted at HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran as fast as i could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a call from DCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to stop walking by order of mr D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw DCD running towards me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran after her to a yellow car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw MP's mom outside the car n mr D in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mistaken as they didnt know i moved to Sengkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late n they went to hougang, thinking i still live there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i witnessed a middle aged man being squeezed into the boot of his yellow car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it wouldnt succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met M.M.L n E.T at the back seat white DCD took a turn in the boot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a suakoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been to downtown east n escape theme park before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it looked like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to my first cosfest at D'Marquee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret not having brought my cool self designed jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt kinda bored(we went there too early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to get carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to put make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a long time(always have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was joined by P.L n M.L.K.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taught them how to put on eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drew a scar extended from my lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt feel i looked as good as the previous cosplay at street fest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt sth was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to D'Marquee with P.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite surprised as so many ppl flocked in already(cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started browsing at things, occasionally got separated from the grp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got used to being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got used to being photographed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still look really stiff while posing (tt's coz i dunno how to pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have the confidence to take a look at other ppl's art pieces on display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew how to use photoshop to paint pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew how to paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could draw anime without any difficulties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid the shop keeper would talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would feel bad if i dun buy, but i cant, i'm poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the super dollfies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can own one one day (MAN I LOVE THEM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was rich n looked good and had a grandeur looking gown like mana's to have confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked around n took pics of ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found no kick in doing so, but i did it anyway, it was the trend over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had curlyboy's company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we can dress up as a couple one day with goth make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he wouldnt want so it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met W.W.L aka Se7ene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had supportive parents like hers(her mom even helps her with sewing her costumes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the cash to get materials to make nice costumes myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could pose like she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to get a milkshake, n she got one too along with a burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was followed by my students, R n M.L.K.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually hoped they wouldnt come along coz i didnt really have anything fit for a conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to touch up my lips, se7ene helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed at the naruto group who went on stage to compete for the trip for two to japan to attend the SWC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admired their group effort of 30 odd ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had friends like that doing things we like together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that can never happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admired the girl(she was part of the group) who sang the last song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was touched at the whole group's unity in swaying their swords to her flawless melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having fun with my friends, if i have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started snapping pics at myself with DCD's withered daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed se7ene's rose too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to steal the ppl who cosplayed as angel sanctuary's characters's wings to wear for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured it's not a nice gesture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think the gals who got the ticks for 2 to japan deserved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like their roleplaying nor their outfits(gundamseeddestiny...well they got it anyway congrats... if u are allowed to go u have wonderful parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot i could walk to white sands with se7ene but she decided to stay n take more pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked with E.T, M.M.L, C.L.L.Y n C.L.L.Y's cousin past the food stores before we parted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was all by myself waiting for the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for quite some time before a jam packed 89 came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to wait for another as the bus driver couldnt take anymore ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started reorganising pics on my phone n deleted stuff as memory space was an issue now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home in the drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a cam and someone to take my pic for me in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dinner after shower ( eel rice + salad + tofu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleared the table n wiped it clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had grapes n maroon fleshed dragon fruit with sundew supreme(too creamy yucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt lazy to mooove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made my way to the com anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scanned the orders i've completed n sent them to their bosses to see if they are happy with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked for more orders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no orders today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am left with an order of a NOM de PLUME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will complete it tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna meet my SRJC schoolmates tml to get my a level cert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will also pass M.T her ordered items which i have already laminated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will decide what to do before and after i go back to visit SRJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might meet B.T to pass her the cute bookmark she ordered before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might go for a swim after i pass it to her or after my visit to SRJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea wad i'm gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall eat a banana, remove my contacts, n call 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title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115229258391410113</id><published>2006-07-08T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7102/2880/1600/multihuebonniecopyrightsmall.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7102/2880/400/multihuebonniecopyrightsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7102/2880/1600/multihuebonniecopyrightsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY CUTE RITE!!!! wahahah i know i know so cute !!!  i juz came online to scan this into the com SO CUTE!!! it's B.T 's order.  very CUTE COMBINATION!!!! waha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115229258391410113?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115229258391410113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115229258391410113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115229258391410113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115229258391410113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/very-cute-rite-wahahah-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115220013986666418</id><published>2006-07-06T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new samples for com de plume ezlink size cards are up!!! waha! going offline now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115220013986666418?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115220013986666418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115220013986666418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115220013986666418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115220013986666418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-samples-for-com-de-plume-ezlink.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115219634444299126</id><published>2006-07-06T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok phew right now i'm finally done with M.T's order of 6 ezlink size NOM de PLUME, E.T's order of 1 more NOM de PLUME of the same size for her bro. * scanning them into com * oh man I FEEL LAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more order of NOM de PLUME to go for K.N but its a A5 size for hers.  man so lazy i dun feel like making but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with D.Y my ex SJC schoolmate today(finally! after so many emails to double check the order) to give her the 4 books she ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; rounded off her charge to $30 coz i think i feel guilty for not getting her birthday present when we were in sec school , and she actually gave me a teddy bear! although we are not close, (that explains why she got me a bear-i dun like bears) she still remembered my birthday in sec 4 and gave me sth!  so nice of her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morn i had to spray paint her books again coz some parts i realised were not covered evenly.  gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalilalilalilalilaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ex SRJC classmate B.T ordered a bookmark with 2 MULTiHUE DAZiES.  i threw in one more coz 2 looks odd, and as a birthday gift.  she says she wanna buy to support my shop , which i feel quite irritated at.  like what for man buy to support, make me sound as if my shop cannot make it and my "friends" have to resort to buying from me to so called help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadever.  if u are reading this or wad and wanna buy juz to support me and not for sth urgent, then.. .er... i think better not la ok... unless u really want it.  otherwise it will make me feel... wads tt word... ok i dunno wad's that word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do more editing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115219634444299126?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115219634444299126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115219634444299126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115219634444299126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115219634444299126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-phew-right-now-im-finally-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115209709312166685</id><published>2006-07-05T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maan i took so long to reorganise and update my blog... i didnt even do the orders!!! wahahha ... man i didnt keep my promise to M.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i spend the whole afternoon after cleaning the floor updating the blog shop, added samples for MULTiHUE DAZiES and display pics i took when the kids helped me with them before my contract with the school ended as farewell gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad else did i do... oh i've got another sample for SHRoUDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also copyrighted the pics with a big ugly black n white (C) Living Dead ART smack across the middle.  which took a damn bloody long time haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna draw durians now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115209709312166685?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115209709312166685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115209709312166685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115209709312166685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115209709312166685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/maan-i-took-so-long-to-reorganise-and.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115207388293006475</id><published>2006-07-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven;t been updating because i;ve got quite alot of orders for a single person managing this shop.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz completed 4 orders of NeON, on black spraypainted A5 book, from an ex schoolmate D.Y(man it took me the whole nite!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna proceed to another friend, M.T 's order of 6 NOM de PLUME ezlink card size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to SJC to deliver 9 orders from 4 students, S , A.O, D.L &amp; E.T and collected over $30 in total!!! pretty cool ah?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as the bus left, i saw littlegillian standing behind a pillar(as if hiding) and eating ice cream in a cup from the ice cream man outside SJC.  if SHE found out little gillian would probably be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming at serangoon swimming complex after that alone. did only 12 laps (2 sets of 5, 1 set of 2) due to time constraints.  think i'm a pretty slow swimmer coz i take 13 min to do 5 laps ( abt 2.36 mins per lap).  anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so embarassing!!! i went to get my stuff to go take a shower, and while walking down the steps, i slipped and fell!! gawd... man i was wearing a bikini and alone la.  and a guy was walking towards me.  so mahloooo!!! AAAA then i stood up, picked up my things and tried to act as if nothing happen and walk towards the changing room... but ... damn my shirt fell out from my bag, and later on my shorts also, so i had to walk back to pick them up!!! AAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't that bad la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see curly boy and drank orange juice(damn thirsty after swim) and stole food and umum.  his mom buys delicious ice cream i can never find in cold storage, even when they get their ice cream from there.  maan... took a few scoops before we left for kovan for yet, another drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugarcane!!! i grew to love it two years ago.  yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to get this really beautiful white top i tried on saturday from THIS FASHION. meeeeow... i love it it's so unique lookin an feels so soft mmmmmmmmmm!!!! and it's only $14 after discount wahahah i love i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start buying white or purple tops to match my favourite pair of capris now.  coz it's black.  if i wear totally black for everything the pants wun s tand out la.  so.. i need more white tops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me it's either black, white, or purple and a little red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i walked home carrying the sugarcane juice i got for THEM(too much la when i got home THEY juz drank two packets and never leave any for me), i met my sec 4 students near my block and they wanted a tarot reading so i went home to get the cards and the reference book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doign tarot readings for them i had to rush home.  stomachache maan!!! after dinner i had severe diahrrea... my stomach hurt so badly i nearly fell asleep coz i closed my eyes so tight and tried to relax and telll the pain to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have this kinda thing happen to me on the first day of school every year.  anxiety pangs i guess... then during assembly i will juz black out on the first day or school and would have to sit down durign assembly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo i'm off to clean the floor and start on M.T's order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite another order came in from E.T who collected her order outside schoo..  she muz have shown it to her bro tt's why her bro wants to order the NOM de PLUME too.  yay.  but that will come after M.T's order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala i love curly boy for supporting and encouraging me all these while, giving me the confidence in doing wad i never dared to do in the past.  even though i'm still very cowardly, i've become a much better person because of him.  love love love him. curly boy if u read this,  I  LOVE YOU *hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115207388293006475?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115207388293006475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115207388293006475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115207388293006475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115207388293006475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-havent-been-updating-because-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115190132542391838</id><published>2006-07-03T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:02.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there i've juz created a friendster account for LivingDeadART Bloggy Shop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl if u read this pls add &lt;a href="mailto:livingdeadart@hotmail.com"&gt;livingdeadart@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; to your friendster list!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115190132542391838?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115190132542391838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115190132542391838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115190132542391838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115190132542391838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-there-ive-juz-created-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115183090219787621</id><published>2006-07-02T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:01.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waahahah THEY are all out.  i can sing as loud as possible at home without a care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i dreamt of a baby panda last nite.  as usual, my dreams are quite chaotic, transporting me from realm to realm... was supposed to meet curly boy to catch a movie but everything got delayed... was buying some prunes at a supermarket with little gillian, and when i asked how much the whole packet was, the lady said $3 per prune... of course i was shocked and asked her to repeat it  but she refused and i threatened to call her supervisor coz of her arrogance and wadever ... dunno la ... it''s so messy man! at least curly boy appeaered hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm editing my blog shop again.  sigh ... just added a new tag board.  makign changeds to colour and all.  changed it coz tag-board deletes past messages.  man i dun want that... sigh ... all gone for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna check my mail now for orders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115183090219787621?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115183090219787621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115183090219787621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183090219787621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183090219787621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/waahahah-they-are-all-out.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115185100291711524</id><published>2006-07-02T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:01.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's wrong with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when SHE comes home SHE screams at me for turning the lights in the hall on, for using the toilet when THEY come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell HIM that SHE dun wanna use the toilet anymore because i made it dirty, &amp; SHE went over to the master bedroom toilet to bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL sux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115185100291711524?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115185100291711524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115185100291711524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115185100291711524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115185100291711524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-wrong-with-me-when-she-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115183274148063020</id><published>2006-07-02T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:01.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh i'm abit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went ard advertising at random and this angry blogger juz sent me a mail sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, dickhead, if you want advertising then buy a fucking ad. Plus, your web design sucks. You have like a hundred damn boxes that I have to click "cancel" on to get into the site. It's impossible to navigate because everything is in a little window. Also, your art looks like it was done by a retarded five year old who was molested in a graveyard by  a priest. It's so stupid. No one orders by email. Why don't you have a shopping cart with paypal or something so that someone can actually buy something? I couldn't even copy the email address to send you this because of the way you have the horrible site set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyx, of &lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;hateon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;-- aim: nyxxxxxyahoo: taomancer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your art looks like it was done by a retarded five year old who was molested in a graveyard by  a priest" keeps ringing inside my head.  oh well.  gues it's my fault.  but i didnt know abt paypal or wadever.  plus the ppl i know now dun even have credt cards.  i'm not a professional and this is juz to supplement pocket money for myself.  so there's no need for a shopping cart.  sigh.  wad i'm saying is useless la.  sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115183274148063020?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115183274148063020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115183274148063020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183274148063020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183274148063020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh-im-abit-down-i-went-ard.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115183066336638070</id><published>2006-07-02T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:01.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i'ts close to five already and i juz had lunch.  why ? coz i've been busy for hte past five hours on the net searching for blogs to advertise my blog shop.  sigh sigh ... this is trough.  hope to earn some cash from this so i can have more pocket money to supplement art materials for my stay in la salle when school reopens.  sigh... i doubt THEY will give me above $20 for pocket money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115183066336638070?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115183066336638070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115183066336638070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183066336638070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183066336638070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-its-close-to-five-already-and-i_02.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115183065014219519</id><published>2006-07-02T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:01.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i'ts close to five already and i juz had lunch.  why ? coz i've been busy for hte past five hours on the net searching for blogs to advertise my blog shop.  sigh sigh ... this is trough.  hope to earn some cash from this so i can have more pocket money to supplement art materials for my stay in la salle when school reopens.  sigh... i doubt THEY will give me above $20 for pocket money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115183065014219519?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115183065014219519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115183065014219519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183065014219519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115183065014219519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-its-close-to-five-already-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115169012890649224</id><published>2006-07-01T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:01.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took an order from an ex student of mine! yay another nom de plume.  it's currently the hottest item up for grabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz sent everyone on my msn contact list an email to ask them to forward to everyone in the ir contact lists abt my blog hah sigh tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly boy watching superman now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115169012890649224?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115169012890649224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115169012890649224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115169012890649224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115169012890649224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/07/took-order-from-ex-student-of-mine-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115169005517989793</id><published>2006-06-30T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz came home from surprise bday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very weird.  all sorts of ppl coming together to celebrate someone's birthday, when her birthday was 5 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i'mhearing from her is, her birthday is lasting for a damn long time.. from the eve till tomorrow and i dunno when, she's meeting ppl to celebrate her bday... gawd.  wad a lucky bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  my bus pass has expired.  like walao... TODAY of all days... had to look for small change coz all i had was $4(lukcily i brought cash out).  bumped into my sec one kids n they offered to help me change money with shop keepers.  haha.  funny sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in return i treated them to ice cream MMMM YUMMY! from mac donald's of course.  i cant afford expensive BENnJERRY's ice cream or Haagen Daaz... gawd... only rich kids eat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took me up and down the escalator and when i told them i gotta run they wanted to keep me at the third level... and exchange ice creams... coz they thought if i took their ice cream, and they took mine(mine was left with the cone only), i would spend more time with them haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to find curly boy and... SCARY EXPERIENCE DOOT DOOT DOOT!!! SO SCARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got over it.  met a kitty and a tomcat... dunno wad the tomcat was doing , keep grabbing hold of the neck of the kitty, as if trying to puncture its skin and all... gawd... after my attempts at chasing the tomcat away, the kitty still meowed for it and they met again and it didnt even resist the tomcat doing wadever it was doing to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was joking to curly boy that the kitty raped the tomcat's girlfriend, and was willing to lay down his life, and take any consequences for that act.  gawd... poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like... what would curly boy do to a 8 yr old kid if the 8 yr old raped me.  haha u know that kind of thing... gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expect him to do the same as wad the tomcat did to the kitty, but hehe, he said he'll slap me first for allowing the 8 yr old rape me.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  the whole day was all about waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.G waited like an hour for me to get ot suntec to pass her the items she and her sis orderd.  but it was nothing for her, coz she was with church ppl eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me and curly boy, we were famished, and thirsty, and went around looking for cheap milkshake(which was outta the question... all the milkshakes we found were over $4... sigh... yes... sigh for us poor brats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up drinking 70c dispenser drinks from carrefour.  man we were so hungry and tired of waiting that after the drink , we weren't in the mood to eat anymore.  sigh.  the rest of the gals were over at marina square's spagheddi's having snacks.  gawd.  and they took damn long to get to suntec to meet up with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they talked and talked and talked amongst themselves and i guess they forgot abt me and curly boy.  sigh.  i was thinking to myself- i wouldnt even know wad they are talking about anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i asked questions, they didnt even know, they didnt even respond... that saddens me but it has always been like that.  no one really pays attention to me.  its as if i'm an invisible man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was thinking... why are they celebrating her birthday.  why is her birthday so special?  why a surprise party?  why did i go?  i'm not even close to her.  why should i wait so long?  why waste my mrt fares on this day? why spend my time waiting for the birthday gal to arrive(she took 2 hours) and was forced to sit at the table with ppl i dunno , when me and curly boy could go catch the band jamming at the bay? why deprive ourselves of enjoyment until when we could go, the band packed up to leave.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i had friends other than curly boy.  right now he's my best friend.  even though mean at times, he still supports me in everything i do, and encourages me.  i love him so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115159556215954342</id><published>2006-06-29T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've updated the samples and finally NeON has a sample pic tt's red in colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got two more orders for the G sisters.  an A5 PSYCHEDELiC BOXiES card &amp; a Pink NeON.  juz finished doing the afternoon order and scanned it into the com.  gonna do more stuff now... nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115159556215954342?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115159422015828629</id><published>2006-06-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! here comes my third customer!!! she ordered an orange NeON bookmark(4cm lettering) and an A5 NOM de PLUME with her name on it so cool!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i go skipping i'm gonna go CP to get a fine tip marker to get it done wahahha so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115159422015828629?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115159422015828629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115159422015828629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115159422015828629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115159422015828629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/woohoo-here-comes-my-third-customer.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115141792492294253</id><published>2006-06-27T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just added marquees for the sample galleries of each item of the catalogue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently the catalogue has 4 items.  more coming right up!   so do check out my shop from time to time ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm discussing a deal with my potential 2nd customer now! woohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115141792492294253?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115141792492294253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115141792492294253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115141792492294253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115141792492294253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-added-marquees-for-sample.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115133507087174713</id><published>2006-06-26T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to take my pic today at la salle. walao it sucked man. they didnt even bother to adjust the lighting. plus my face i painstakinly made up for this look like shit la. i smile like shit. everything like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so scared! when i reached there... there were guys swarming the waiting area man . i was the only gal man! walao... so scary. laoz... SCARY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person in the room called for "NEXT THREE" as i was talking to C.L.L.Y on the phone (thank god she called). as i spoke to her i waited for the ppl who were there before me to take action. but no one did. so i invited myself to the front of the row and went in to have my pic taken. hee... I CUT QUEUE! waha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i lack alot of confidence to even look at the ppl ard me. sigh wad's wrong with me. sigh. i'm really afraid of orientation man.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met V.K.W.L &amp; E.M.F at pizzahut. yes of all places pizzahut. that's SO not me man. even though i shared a meal with E.M.F, i still gotta chip in 4 bucks. laoz... 4 bucks! normally my meals are under 2 bucks. i'm a cheapo wad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man... V.K.W.L is ... MAD she ordered more than ten drumsticks (damn small but when its alot... u think its madness) gawd. n me and E.M.F were trying very hard not to... *AHEM* nvm conclusion: she's bimbotic cant say now until THE day comes... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet J.N after they went back to work. didn't know A.L.S &amp;amp; MA came too. but anyway... agh nvm i'll juz say it. it was boring. i couldnt find the pair of pants i wanna get so we went from THIS FASHION to a shop in dhoby exchange &amp;amp; then to LEVEL ONE at far east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm a "friend", but i dunno... sometimes i find that my "friends" go overboard and never fail to make use of me or juz... i dunno maybe they just don't realise. but. agh. it's like J.N wanted a pair of grey pants that didnt have her size in both THIS FASHIONS. we both tried the stuff we wanted in the fitting rooms, and after she tried it, she juz said," eh i throw it in, when u come out u help me ask the woman if there's my size" and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why dont you ask her yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she juz said i'm more familiar with this place and tt's why she told me to ask(even when i'm still busy trying my pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after i asked, there was really no size. so J.N told me to ask the lady if other outlets had that pair, and guess wad they did. i was left in the shop to do the asking and waiting for the response from the lady at the counter, while they conveniently went over to subway to order their stuff to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 10 mins, the lady came up to me saying there's a pair in chinatown so i asked her if she could do a transfer because chinatown was too far. so she asked me for my particulars. but it's not wad i want. it's hers. so i cant possibly give her my particulars right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went over to subway to ask J.N to follow me back to give the lady her own particulars, because i dun even know which branch she wanted the pants to be transfered to. but J.N said "why dun u give her your own particulars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on. why am i doing all these? i feel being treated like a servant. but the little voice inside me didnt want to explode n create a scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be nice to ppl, when ppl dun treat me the same? throughout the whole thing A.L.S was making fun of me coz i like black, and was looking at black stuff all the time. what's wrong? and when he found out that i was a teacher in SJC, he joked abt it, and i felt VERY insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what have i done? i only called n smsed J.N last nite because she liked the clothes i wear and wanted to know where i got them for a long time, so i volunteered to take her to those places. tt's all, but i find my kindness turned to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at subway, i was humiliated. "HOW COME U DID SO BADLY FOR UR A'LEVELS? " "U DIDNT DO WELL FOR O LEVELS EITHER RIGHT" "OH MY GOSH U DID WORSE THAN ME FOR O'LEVELS U KNOW. MY COUSIN MICHELLE GOT AAA FOR HER A'LEVELS" "I TOT U LAST TIME DAMN HARDWORKING ONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N's voice ain't that soft ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went looking for my pants after that. and i sort of went my own separate way and tried stuff myself. then i got a call from J.N that they went across the road and were at THAT CD SHOP. i got a pair of black pants. there were two i tried from C.O.A.X that i really liked. but the one i decided to get didnt have the colour i want so i got the other. after my purchase i crossed the road and went to ROXY to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.N got a bikini suit and then we went to mac. i was so bored i took out my visual communications book i borrowed from the library to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw Olinda Cho sitting in front of me( although i noticed she was damn slim but her face is still damn fat) but i didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz wondered why i volunteered to help her. maybe i juz didnt see it coming. maybe everytime i go out with ppl i hoped something nice to happen. like hanging out with ppl is a joy n i'll be happy coz i'm not in HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115133507087174713?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115133507087174713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115133507087174713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115133507087174713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115133507087174713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-to-take-my-pic-today-at-la-salle.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115124747003703272</id><published>2006-06-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHA i'm happy!!! and smiling like shit... why? dun tell u wahahahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;ok hint. it has gotta do with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7102/2880/200/bigal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;made this in sec two.  i know its not comparable to the work i'm doing now la... but ... sigh... so embarassing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today wasnt a good day.  its as if i cant live a day without being scolded.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its to do with this bloggy shop.  haiz... nvm maybe it hasnt gotta do with the shop.  it has gotta do with me.  THEY juz cant stop picking on me for once.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEY say the shop is illegal.  and the government may fine me.  "now the government is very particular about all these things and are hunting people down"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF man.  i HATE THEM.  THEY have to always ruin everything for me.  every success i attain will collapse to rubble in seconds with juz one lash of THEIR tongues.  it's the same when i got the teaching job.  HE told HER that he "don't want her(referring to me) to go and hai ( harm in english) the children" when i teach.  it made me so upset i couldnt stop crying.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm a weakling.  i HATE this life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going offline to do my music theory now(i feel like a loser... i'm level 8 now and still doing grade 2 theory.  wad a loser...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tml's photo taking at la salle day!!! woohoo so happy gonna dress up and make up so it'll turn out well tml.  woohoo... hope it does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115124747003703272?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115124747003703272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115124747003703272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115124747003703272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115124747003703272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/wahaha-im-happy-and-smiling-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115116268780615413</id><published>2006-06-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am again... rushing to say sth here... cos SHE'll chase me to bed in a moment or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning was rough (as usual- its either the day, afternoon, or night, or everything that i get screamed at).&lt;br /&gt;SHE picked on me again, say i tell ppl nonsense abt HER.  if not for my mouth how would ppl know SHE is very fierce and is scared of HER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i retaliated and shouted back.  news spread fast.  even when SHE say she only talked to R.H.D n V.L.S.C.  oh well SHE juz finds it hard to accept.  and i juz found out from V.L.S.C that relatives also talk bad abt her, without me triggering it.  of course at home, if ppl dun like u, they wun say it at ur face but pretend and smile and nod even when they dun like ur gesture rite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE then picked on the new cup i bought, say it takes up alot of space, cant even balance on the rack for it to dry... but hey... haven't THEY been telling me my whole life that, THEY'll buy me wadever i want.  well it dun seem so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE says i only use the com and watch tv everyday, never work only know how to spend money.  WTF man.  i shouted back, saying i stay up so late juz for my bloggy shop la!  i'm indirectly working la!  i do art till so late in my room for my sake, to earn the little cash i need to buy stuff i want. and since i started work, i dun even ask THEM for money, except the things THEY need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadever la, i've never been good at arguing.  always think of wad to talk back at THEM after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was scared to go out too early, only left the house at abt 2.30 to meet curly boy at hougang station.  i got a pair of pants he liked from bossini &amp; i got myself a skirt last week to match it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy to be in his company but, the moody mood set in...sigh, even after he surprised me by standing outside YAMAHA to pick me up after my electone lesson.  sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i've added links to the sample pics so you can get a better view of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still juz sittin here waiting for my first customer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115116268780615413?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115116268780615413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115116268780615413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115116268780615413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115116268780615413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115107937829479156</id><published>2006-06-24T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo i've got three tiems up for grabs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was juz discussing a deal with one of my potential customers!!! haha so happy! our conversation has ended and woohoo promotion really works! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 5 customers will get $1 off each item they purchase.  woohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she pointed out i dun have prices marked for each item. (yar hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do that tml la.  so engrossed with making samples till i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg sleep now.  need to wake early in case i have housework( ok i definitely have to do housework, nothing new), and to do music theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115107937829479156?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115107937829479156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115107937829479156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115107937829479156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115107937829479156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/woohoo-ive-got-three-tiems-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115105613810794146</id><published>2006-06-23T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:16:00.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>curlyboy has just left. we had lunch and started watching the count of monte cristo after washing the dishes n cleaning the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came online and at the same time do some colouring. i'm gonna try to complete the sample picture of Psychedelic boxies, and then upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good. no bickering or arguing. YAY and he didnt become moody which was a bonus whoohoo so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate ice cream after the first disc and then had some soya bean milk and beancurd in between. i'm super full even after i gave him almost all of my porridge (he had abt 4 bowls) and i think i need to do skipping after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i eat little but snack quite abit. plus i stopped exercising, not counting the sit ups i do every night before i sleep (coz tt's called toning, it dun help u lose weight!). gawd. i need to shed the kilos man... gained like 3-4 kgs since the last week of school. thought the humans camp would enable me to lose like 1kg, but instead, i gained! the food was just so scrumptous la! and i felt guilty to leave the leftovers behind... so i forced myself to eat up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that paid a price as u can see my waistline increasing and i have to forgo wearing sexy clothes for the moment haha. i need to lose weight to fit into the many dream clothes i;ve bought and never wore. they are just sitting there pretty as if they are my trophies. well dear trophies, trust me i'll be able to fit into u by nxt nxt week ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok blog blog, colour colour, music music, tv tv, must also exercise excercise... impt! from today onwards, EXCERCISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme plan sth now.&lt;br /&gt;sat and sun are breaks (because my neighbour's son will be back home from army camp and it's awkward to skip as if goes in and out of the house... imagine seeing som crazy 19 yr old in night gown jumpin her butt off... not a very good sight...)&lt;br /&gt;monday is a must to swim. so swimming days are monday, wednesday or friday. and i can skip whenever i want. ok set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna complete the sample pic for psychedelic boxies now!! and i've got some bday presents to make for nxt wk woohoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115105613810794146?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115105613810794146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115105613810794146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115105613810794146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115105613810794146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/curlyboy-has-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115099004708439585</id><published>2006-06-22T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched the encore of child of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it's kinda boring these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daily routine would be to wake up &lt;em&gt;(get a scolding either at this point of time)&lt;/em&gt; ,pack my bed, brush teeth, have breakfast &lt;em&gt;(or get scolded here)&lt;/em&gt;, read the papers &lt;em&gt;(or here plus the previous),&lt;/em&gt; shit as i continue reading the papers, and be prepared for housework&lt;em&gt;(and the combi of all the scoldings or juz here)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i would take a shower, pack my room(coz SHE says so), wait for com to boot up, and start to make adjustments and additions to my bloggy shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i woke up to a scolding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE claims to have "polished" the dining table, and i had to wake up at 9 to leave finger prints all over it again as i have my breakfast there reading The Straits Times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went to the sink to wash up my stuff.  SHE came over and said, "Don't juz wash the bottom, the top also!" as she pointed to the areas, as if i'm an inefficient maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. so much for a day.  i'd rather bury my head doing art n music than take HER orders, let HER boss me around, let HER take her pmsing tantrums out on me, let HER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is not like it seems on the surface.  i crave freedom, love and appreciation.  but i cant attain that in this silly little HELL that i live in.  it entwines me in hate, puzzles and confusions as THEY brainwash me with untruths, making me lose confidence in myself and wadever i do, making me feel like a worthless pile of dirt, when i know i can go beyond this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is filled with limitations, like now, V.L.S.C is having fun, clubbing with classmates.  Some friends would be having supper at Jalan Kayu, or watching a soccer match, staying over at each other's houses, enjoying each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me,  yeah what about me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restrictions.  i can't have the fun i want.  i'm tired of this life.  but well i've learnt that i need to persevere and move on.  because one day, i will be free.  no more being suicidal and all.  my future is bright ahead.  i just need to wait a little longer.  just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to cure the boredom, i came online for a to check my mail (yar me checking mail when others are living a life they want). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey.  i shan't be negative.  because there are people out there in homes, in even harsher environments, harsher emotional abuse they are facing.  or some who are just like me, but do not think like i do.  they think of death, think of mutilating themselves... hey.  you out there who's just like me or worse than me in my life, stop thinkin stupid.  move on like i did.  if u dun live to a ripe old age because of suicide or some compulsive illness, i will... i will... i dunno... u need to help yourselves la! come talk to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this and i really reccomment that you check this out, its kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids Really Think Quickly!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Maria, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Correct. Now class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS : Maria!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Why are you late, Frank?&lt;br /&gt;FRANK : Because of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What sign?&lt;br /&gt;FRANK : The one that says, "School Ahead, Go Slow."&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;JOHN : You told me to do it without using tables!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Glenn, how do you spell "crocodile?"&lt;br /&gt;GLENN : K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;GLENN : Maybe it s wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD : H I J K L M N O!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD : Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't&lt;br /&gt;have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WINNIE : Me!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Goss, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;GOSS : Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Millie, give me a sentence starting with "I."&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE : I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, Millie..... Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE : All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?&lt;br /&gt;TINO : Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree,&lt;br /&gt;but also admitted doing it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't&lt;br /&gt;punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS : Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SIMON : No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Clyde, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your&lt;br /&gt;brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE : No, teacher, it's the same dog!!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when&lt;br /&gt;people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD : A teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115099004708439585?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115099004708439585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115099004708439585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115099004708439585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115099004708439585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-watched-encore-of-child-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115097466023038202</id><published>2006-06-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after hours and hours of editing, finally i'm contented and can proceed to setting up the catalogue divider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics have been uploaded in my profile section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one item is up in the catalogue for now !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOM de PLUME features black n white name design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the current sample is done on A4 size paper and you can request for other sizes too.  other mono colours applicable so do send me email for ur very own request.&lt;br /&gt;this can serve as the cover of a card, a note book cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i used it for last time was a test pad cover.  as in i wrap my testpad in plastic sheet, so the name design goes in front as a cover, to make it look like a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl who view this bloggy shop, please do tag me ok!!! thanks so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115097466023038202?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115097466023038202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115097466023038202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115097466023038202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115097466023038202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-hours-and-hours-of-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115097479783105141</id><published>2006-06-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i'm still trying to adjust the layout of the front page. dun lik ethe scroll bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.L.S.C juz came over to borrow a shawl for her partying tonight, and also to get back her stry book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major editing for my bloggy shop had to be stalled for a while while i helped her with the addition of the archives and other stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well off she goes and i'm back at editing... man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115097479783105141?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115097479783105141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115097479783105141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115097479783105141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115097479783105141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-im-still-trying-to-adjust-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115089713932139910</id><published>2006-06-21T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back.  just edited the main page of the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy today.  V.L.S.C got what she wanted, and i saw and bought wad i wanted too!!! yay she got the white goddess lookin spaghetti pearl top with some accessories.  went to heeren too to get her basket.  u know those fish market aunty kind of basket?  yeah she's going clubbin with that... gawd... dunno wad she's thinkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got my matching skirt to my curly boy's pants.  we're gonna get it soon... haha and wad's more, the pants is having a discount now so woohooo almost half price i guess... so... YAY phoned him immediately to tell him yay yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well i really need to lose weight.  my waist is expanding and i dun look good in skirts coz the fats keep sticking out from the part above the zip- i can't cram it in anymore... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm abit pissed now coz some suckerfied student of mine said my bloggy shop is lame.  excuse me.  who are u talking to man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it when ppl insult and criticise ppl's hard work and effort.  yar i know they dun realise it and may be juz jokin but i really take it seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever offend me suckers.  especially when it comes to art.  i really put alot of effort and patience into it and i hope ppl juz learn to appreciate it even when they dun like it.  and this bloggy shop is about my passion.  how can u treat my passion like shit and say its lame.  shallow.  YOU are shallow.  i detest and despise such souls.  pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to remove my credits now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115089713932139910?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115089713932139910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115089713932139910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115089713932139910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115089713932139910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115089539537091561</id><published>2006-06-21T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>V.L.S.C  juz came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok a brief summary of wad i juz updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enabled blog comments so now ppl can start smearing paint over my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked her how to add coordinates to direct the map to a new page but oh well she dunno... sigh... and the guy on friendster hasn't msg me yet... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad else... erm... ok i added on the mainpage a summary of what the whole bloggy shop is about.  need to do adjustments later when i get back or maybe tml if i dun have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i made the titles move.  erm... wait... maybe i did those last night... err.... ok my mind is a little chaotic right now... rushing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going far east coz she needs to get a top for tml's clubbin' class outing.  and i'm runnin' late coz SHE told me to go stir onions in a pot for spaghetti which is being served now... ok i havn't changed and got myself sweaty... gawd.... but i will make it!!!  yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115089539537091561?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115089539537091561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115089539537091561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115089539537091561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115089539537091561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/v.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115081340054809516</id><published>2006-06-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i'm going off to watch CSI now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, I WANNA TELL EVERYONE I HAVE JUST MADE ALL MY HEADERS MOVE FROM SIDE TO SIDE!!! WOOHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. .wad else did i do?   er.... oh ya ... i managed to add a header with the word "CATALOGUE" in the links section.  but it's blank as u can see.  so erm... yeah... gotta wait and be patient for the best to appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo... gonna start selling stuff nxt week i guess... need to figure out how to add the catalogue first... would prefer it to be mapped on another page... sigh but i dunno how... think i have to contact the person who mapped this whole thing.  he's a genius, whoever he is.  if not... well this will do.  i am contented.  YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get a bluetooth hopefully by the end of this week so i can transfer pics into this stinky com and update ppl on more happenings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to CSI now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115081340054809516?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115081340054809516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115081340054809516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115081340054809516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115081340054809516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-im-going-off-to-watch-csi-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115077252027176829</id><published>2006-06-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey hey! i'm back again.  just did the household chores.  well this time i'm  for a very short while to check on the layout and try to at least add the film loop and get it workin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy!  gonna cook for curly boy later after i paid my organ fees, or should i cook first then pay.... let's see whether time permits.  i need to get a cable to transfer stuff from my nokia 7370(woohoo my darling dream phone) into the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh if i cant add another page on the map, i would have to resort to putting the catalogue in the links section adn remove the credits... we'll see . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filmloop here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115077252027176829?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115077252027176829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115077252027176829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115077252027176829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115077252027176829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-hey-hey-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115077226847730035</id><published>2006-06-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:59.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrightey... the com and internet is abit laggy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've updated the profile section and woohoo was trying to add a filmloop of my recent history( because the pics are recent... trying to find old ones), and the internet juz went down.  n oh well i caused alot of trouble just now while washing the dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke the biggest bowl in the whole of HELL and sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.  the whole day i was trying to figure out how to add an extra page on the map.  but now there are only 4 pages... you know, tag, profile, links and blog.  i need another one for my catalogue... like erm, you click on my kitty and it will direct u to the shop catalogue... that kidna thing... sigh... but to no avail la... my little brain ain't functioning that well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to log off now because SHE will scold me again.  need to prevent more sorrows in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115077226847730035?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115077226847730035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115077226847730035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115077226847730035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115077226847730035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/alrightey.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115064339874200934</id><published>2006-06-18T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:58.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i have added a tag-board in the Paint My Sorrows section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to figure out how to add in the extra table... maybe it's because of the map function.  sux. oh well i'll figure that out tml.  SHE expects me in bed now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115064339874200934?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115064339874200934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115064339874200934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115064339874200934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115064339874200934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-i-have-added-tag-board-in-paint-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115063937085149310</id><published>2006-06-18T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:58.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got home from father's day dinner at sar sim's about an hour ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didnt really look like a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY just came home.  SHE sux.  Came into the house with high spirits and juz because we didnt turn off the main switch SHE kicked up a big fuss and picked on everyone, even when i, the innocent whose towel hanger fell onto the floor by accident got blamed for throwing it onto the floor.  Life outside is much better than this.  i hate it here.  this is hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.  i came online to update my layout.  uploading the pic was a great feat.  maan.  it's finally done.  after so many many delays because of my laziness coupled with my buziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna add in my catalogue divider and see how i can adjust the length of the web... i dun really know the term haha.  but oh well... gonna start doing it now before SHE starts chasing me to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115063937085149310?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115063937085149310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115063937085149310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115063937085149310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115063937085149310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-home-from-fathers-day-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115056357100058806</id><published>2006-06-18T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:58.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY finally got the net to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been scanning the latest edition of the blog background into the com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added two cats.  i like the black cat better.  hee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical notes were added the last minute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended to do a collage, but oh well, to save me the trouble with cutting and pasting, i thought the most convenient way would be to draw part of my arrangement score for CAGE  in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me where the spida in the web was... hehe... actually... i dunno how to add a spida now, come to think of it, with the mess taken up by the notes... there's hardly any space for a spida to hang down from its silk.  so i guess... no spida for webby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Now i have to think of how to add in the catalogue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.  Church tml and meeting V.L.S.C for mass, and we'll have J.YK.J.H's mom's shop's Meng Chiam Queh for breakfast at Lorong Ah Soo with her Ah ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i could do such stuff with my own ah ma, live with her, dine with her, talk to her, play with her, joke with her........................................................... FAT HOPE L.D.W! in your next life maybe.... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115056357100058806?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115056357100058806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115056357100058806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115056357100058806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115056357100058806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-finally-got-net-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27363740.post-115047103501153538</id><published>2006-06-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:15:58.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The LivingDeadArt Blog Shop Background was completed today. It Took the whole damn day maan... from the sketching of LivingDeadWitch's eyebrows to the spiral thingy.... Major editing sooon! gonna add cats and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27363740-115047103501153538?l=livingdeadart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/feeds/115047103501153538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27363740&amp;postID=115047103501153538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115047103501153538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27363740/posts/default/115047103501153538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdeadart.blogspot.com/2006/06/livingdeadart-blog-shop-background-was.html' title=''/><author><name>LivingDeadArt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16931689350319879863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
